Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Hoover,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.